[OOM: A Day at Home with Beetee and Wiress]

[like_a_clock]

Most days (when they weren't being pulled in by a pan-dimensional bar), Beetee and Wiress worked together. Working together could encompass several things

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[of_district_3]

Beetee was working on both a soundchip and a throbbing headache. He glanced up when she muttered her 'ow,' his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed to slits. "You okay?"

[like_a_clock]

"Back. Just that place where..." I fell out of the tree during my Games.

They'd tried to repair it, but it had never quite healed properly.

"You should take something for your headache."

[of_district_3]

He nodded slightly. "Ah." He knew about the spot in her back. "My head's fine. I'm continually reminded of just how worthless my eyes are, that's all."

[like_a_clock]

"Your glasses don't fit," she said reasonably, standing up and stretching.

You need bifocals.

It was an old, old argument.